Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Mali and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing The Seeds to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by The Birthday Party. All the underground hits.
All Jawbox tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vladislav Delay record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Victims,
Black Bananas,
Funkadelic,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Moleskins,
Kerrie Biddell,
Blake Baxter,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Terry Callier,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Litter,
The Pretty Things,
Marshall Jefferson,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Bauhaus,
Gong,
Eric B and Rakim,
Amazonics,
Angry Samoans,
EPMD,
Frankie Knuckles,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Circle Jerks,
The Doobie Brothers,
Piero Umiliani,
Junior Murvin,
Marc Almond,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Rufus Thomas,
Marine Girls,
The Monks,
Smog,
Joe Finger,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Franke,
JFA,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Cure,
The Golliwogs,
Cabaret Voltaire,
AZ,
Iggy Pop,
Don Cherry,
The Young Rascals,
Ornette Coleman,
Gang Gang Dance,
Terrestrial Tones,
Bill Near,
Sixth Finger,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Drive Like Jehu,
Sex Pistols,
Dark Day,
Laurel Aitken,
Niagra,
Pere Ubu,
David McCallum,
PIL,
L. Decosne,
The Neon Judgement,
Moss Icon, Moss Icon, Moss Icon, Moss Icon.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.